Moonlight is so graceful,
As graceful as a bird.
As she gallops alongside,
Her mother and flowing herd.
These horses are not galloping,
For nothing you here see,
they are being wildly chased,
By people like you and me.
These men are all on horseback,
With their dogs at their sides,
The wild horses just keep going,
With no secret place to hide.
As the foals get more sleepy,
The men throw their ropes,
Their mothers stop to help,
But their foals just have no hope.
What happens to these foals?,
That were happy one day.
They now don't have the freedom,
To run and kick and play.